a red tinged sky

[sonofthesun]

a red tinged sky
and the blue forever in front of me
each lap recreates
never the same
infinite creations
and i just sit
no need to paint
its indelible

[sonofthesun]

not tonight but often
my poems surely reflect libations
taken liberally and judiciously
i am drunk 95 times out of 100
that im posting
no regrets but an explanation
a bit of my self when im sharing

[sonofthesun]

i guess i need be drunk for listenings
its my place in life
my poetry is dependent
my tears gain life upon
cant complain i guess
atleast im read
no matter the outcome
atleast im read
no matter the outcome
i have been experienced
i exist outside myself
smiles
you have read my thoughts
i exist outside myself